Dreams by John Anster Fitzgerald
The Waltz of the Insomnia Fairies
I took some medication
Not having any pain
The fairy of bad decisions
I let into my brain.
In grand disguise, so lovely
It told me, “just take two,
Enjoy a deeper trance
To your dreams I’ll escort you.”
It should have brought a restful state
A dose for relaxation
The worry fairy came to me
Without hesitation.
The bad decision fairy
And worry fairy dance
Twirling in my head and chest
Giving rest no chance.
The two begin a pounding waltz
Tormenting me with glee
Keeping awful rhythm
Stepping one-two-three.
I should have kept my senses
And had a chamomile
Seeking calmer remedies
Kept on my face a smile.
I’ll surely now be punished
With bad faeries’ triple threat
Insomnia fairy is knocking
And this I will regret.
A painful, wicked tension
Throughout, from head-to-toe
An angry splitting migraine
For hours will not go.
I curse my wrong decision
As bad faeries dance and sing
And mock me with derision
In a nighttime fairie-ring.
I write this sad lament in hope
A good faerie takes my hand!
Escorts the bad night fairies
Back to Fairyland.
When these vixens exit
My body and my soul
I’ll never take these meds again
They play no wholesome role.
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Theo van Joolen©2010
[Acknowledgements to Brian Froud]
The Nightmare by Henri Fuseli. 1781.